They are bombing civilians in Kosovo .
The troops are running reconnaissance in your kitchen .
You have me lined up across the cross-hairs of a pistol .
The stealth of lies are flying low under the thin cover of your smile .
The smart bombs are imploding inside my head  .
Hey.  If this is love , how come you got Mata Hari pictures on your wall ?
Hey.  If this is love , how come you got checkpoints in your bedroom ?

The navy seals are placing depth charges in the jacuzzi .
The KGB are running wire across the windowsill .
I suspect your mother has close ties to the CIA .
You are planting land mines in the syllables of this conversation .
You've barb-wired the compound across your thighs .
Hey.  If this is love , how come you always sabotage my plans  ?
Hey.  If this is love , how come I bleed after every skirmish ?

The coup d'etat of your last insurrection was unsuccessful .
Your guerillas did not gain access to the remote control .
The snipers are lined up across the lawn .
I found plastic explosive taped to my morning paper .
Your sister is wearing that red post-bolshevik scarf again.
Hey.  If this is love , how come you mail has no return address ?
Hey.  If this is love , how come you sign your name with a.k.a. ?

We discuss ethnic cleansing across the supper table .
Your phone calls all end with a noticeable static click .
The dog keeps hiding shell casings underneath the porch .
Your mother is addressing me in the third person .
The neighbors are complaining about their TV reception .
Hey.  If this is love , how come insurance agents drive by
day and night ?
Hey.  If this is love , how come the plumber is on speed dial ?